A Colorful Conversation

I went on a date.

He asked me,

 to talk about myself,

and it went something like this.

“On Mondays I am mostly Bistre;

lethargic to face the week ahead.

On Tuesdays;

I walk through different shades of brown,

trying to bring a structure to my chaos.

On Wednesdays;

 I dance with yellows and oranges,

knowing that half the week is already over.

On Thursdays;

I become the cobalt blue,

controlling myself while hearing the unwanted issues,

of those strangers who sit in front of me.

On Fridays;

I am green,

where serenity engulfs my visage,

knowing that I will soon get 48 hours completely for myself.

On Saturdays;

living alone makes me red till the afternoon,

as looking after myself is one hell of a task.

But towards the night,

I go through shades of pink,

the girl within getting butterflies in her stomach,

thinking about the next day.

And on Sundays,

I am sitting here with you

Right now, in this coffee shop; having an amazing time.”

‘And who are you now?’ He asked me.

With curiosity in his gaze.

I replied with a smile.

“I am a grey

Flawed yet unique

In my own way.”